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The Tomorrow Trilogy

( One-Shots )

For those of you who follow this journal and armartello, I apologize for the double-posting. This is the LJ that Mitchel uses to RP; I felt it was only appropriate that he posts his POV piece here, just like Savin did when he started off Part One on his journal. Feel free to skip because it's super inane. xDMitchel sat down at the table, adjusting his ( Read more... )

Sarah and I should not be allowed to RP.

Sarah and I should not be allowed to troll tumblr for random AU ideas.

Sarah and I should not be shipping Jazz and Devin as hard as we are.

And yet...

(A scene from our college!AU)Eight in the morning was way too early for class ( Read more... )

I did not forget this fic exists. It's just taking me longer to write because I avoid writing sexual stuff now while the child is around. But he is at Ev's this weekend! So part 2 it is! (Part 3 might be finished on Christmas -- but don't quote me on this, 'kay?)

Part One

Chapter TwoSavin tipped back his glass of scotch, grinning at Mari and his ( Read more... )

This is what happens when customer!crush Jesse comes in and mentions that every two months they have male dancers in the cages of his dance club, and that he "tries not to be at work, those nights." Krysten had to mention her imagining of him in said cages dancing against the bars. (He probably gets hit on a lot by the gay male dancers because the ( Read more... )

It's INTERSECTIONS WEEK at LJI, and I have chosen the lovely n3m3sis43 as my partner in crime, this go around. ;) My piece is first in the set, and Sarah's can be found here. :) Wes and Devin are not mine, alas. They are the brainchildren of Sarah. :)

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At least Princess can shoot. What can that fool Wes do? Nothing, that’s what. He’s a liability, a ( Read more... )

Apparently, it's tradition that I write Cliffton fanfiction after doing NaNo. Who knew? This idea was spawned by a conversation Sarah and I were having this morning about random head-canons, and how Devin, at one point, might have owned a motorcycle. It resulted in borderline Wes/Devin fluff. Enjoy. xDIt’s been hours since Devin’s been home. I know ( Read more... )

Title: Forgotten
Prompt: Trespassing, “No tears, please. It’s a waste of good suffering.” (Clive Barker)
Bonus? N
Word Count: 1632
Rating: R
Original/Fandom: Cliffton
Pairings (if any): Implied Wes/Devin
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Language, vague mentions of sexual assault and regular ol' assault
Summary: Devin's never quite right in the head ( Read more... )

This totally was intended to be a one-shot, and then plot bunnies ate my brain and I just knew I was going to want to expand it later on. I apparently don't wanna write canon anymore, lol. Anyway, this is a Calla/Devin fic. This is a fill for hc_bingo's "robots/androids." And yes, this part has sexual content. ;) EnjoyyyyDon’t know what time it is when I ( Read more... )

This is a sequel of sorts to Say Please. Oops. Warning for Savin's knife and blood play kinks.

Devin looked at the piece of mail in front of him, frowning. “The fuck is this, Wes?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He let his fingers ghost over the envelope, turning it over in his hands.

( 'Dude, I think it's from Emperor Bates,' Wes whispered, his eyes huge. )